The Demon with Holy Radiance

Chapter 442: Chapter 288: Cyan Lotus State, No Wudang Mountain

The Golden Thread Pavilion.

A magnificent palace stood amidst the swirling clouds and mist of a Floating Island.

Elder Zhuan Yu teleported in, striding hurriedly into the palace in response to a summons from the Pavilion Master, Thirty Flow.

Inside, Thirty Flow stood alone, his hands clasped behind his back.

"There’s been trouble at your disciple’s sect."

Thirty Flow spoke slowly upon Elder Zhuan Yu’s arrival.

"Someone was abducted. They say it was one of your disciple’s fellow sect members. The people from the nearby State Territories who rushed over were also killed by the abductor. Not a single one was spared."

The color instantly drained from Elder Zhuan Yu’s face.

"What do you make of this? Who do you think would move against the Mystic Path Sect? And why abduct someone?"

Thirty Flow slowly turned around. His figure was distorted, obscured by a hazy layer of space that made his features completely indiscernible.

The implication was already quite obvious.

The Mystic Path Sect was under the protection of the Golden Thread Pavilion; this was a well-known fact. No power under the Golden Thread Pavilion’s rule would dare to do such a thing.

That left only one possibility: Great Virtue Temple.

If Great Virtue Temple had made a move, it would mean that Yang An’s identity as an undercover agent had been exposed.

But Elder Zhuan Yu had not received any news, and the Rule Seal he had placed on Yang An showed no signs of abnormality.

If Yang An’s undercover identity hadn’t been exposed, why would Great Virtue Temple move against the Mystic Path Sect? There was no reason for it.

This left only one other possibility.

The abductor was someone originally close to the Mystic Path Sect, or to put it another way, someone Yang An knew!

Yang An wanted to defect!

Neither Thirty Flow nor Elder Zhuan Yu were fools. They could guess the reason for this with a single thought.

However, Elder Zhuan Yu couldn’t understand it. Why would Yang An abduct someone if he wanted to defect? He had a Rule Seal on him, placed by the elder himself, which could easily control his life and death at any moment.

The best solution was to contact him now and find out what was going on.

If he truly had thoughts of defecting, then he shouldn’t blame the elder for being ruthless.

"Pavilion Master, please wait a moment. Allow me to contact my disciple and investigate." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Thirty Flow remained silent. A thread of blood emerged from Elder Zhuan Yu’s chest and burrowed into the center of his brow, which immediately bloomed with a crimson halo.

Two breaths later, Elder Zhuan Yu’s expression changed.

’The Rule Seal is still there, I can be sure of that, but I can’t contact Yang An!’

It felt as if the Rule Seal was on a dead man. He could sense the seal and could even activate its power, but the person on the other end could not respond.

’This is absolutely impossible.’

’If Yang An were dead, his physical body wouldn’t have been left behind. Even if it was, the Rule Seal would have vanished upon his death. This situation shouldn’t be happening.’

"Well?"

Thirty Flow asked.

Elder Zhuan Yu had no choice but to explain the situation, his voice laced with confusion.

"News came from Great Virtue Temple. Yesterday was their Joyful Shrine festival, and your disciple, the one using the alias Guang’an, has already returned to the temple. Nothing has happened to him."

"This..."

Elder Zhuan Yu was even more stunned by Thirty Flow’s words.

’This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!’

’If he were still alive, there’s no way the Rule Seal would be unreachable.’

’Unless... someone has tampered with the Rule Seal on Yang An!’

That was the only thing Elder Zhuan Yu could think of.

"Pavilion Master, when will we move against Great Virtue Temple?"

"In two days. The Eternal Prison’s seal is already loosening. Great Virtue Temple will be thrown into internal chaos, unable to cope with threats on all sides. This will be our best opportunity."

"Good! I will go and see for myself what’s going on!"

Unable to contact Yang An, the only solution Elder Zhuan Yu could devise was to see with his own eyes what sort of trick his disciple was playing when they made their move against Great Virtue Temple.

...

Above the Hengduan Mountain Range in Celestial Jade State, several flashes of light streaked by. They eventually left that State Territory, entering Dao Yi State, a region under the jurisdiction of Great Virtue Temple.

Two figures descended from the sky, landing smoothly on the ground.

It was Yang An and Wen Yin.

Because Zichuan State, where the Mystic Path Sect was located, was not very far from Great Virtue Temple’s territory, the journey had not taken too much time.

Having finally entered Great Virtue Temple’s territory, Yang An breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had been using his container body, so his identity hadn’t been detected by the people from the Golden Thread Pavilion, nor had he alerted any of their Insect Dao cultivators.

Otherwise, if the Insect Dao cultivators had intervened, they probably wouldn’t have been able to escape.

"Junior Sister, head southeast from here. I’ve already made inquiries. The Land of Shattered Armor in the Pushean State region is the weakest point and is relatively easy to cross. After you reach the Fusheng Domain, we’ll meet again in Chongwen State."

Yang An instructed Wen Yin with a solemn expression.

After he returned to his main body, they would part ways. That way, even if Great Virtue Temple discovered him, all the attention would be focused on him, and Wen Yin would be safe.

As for the Land of Shattered Armor in Pushean State, this was relatively accurate information he had obtained from the countless soul memories that the Bow Lady had devoured.

Wen Yin nodded silently. Though Yang An had brought her into the territory of Great Virtue Temple, she knew she still had to continue on and leave this area.

’I don’t know what’s happened to Senior Brother recently, but if he’s telling me to do this, I’ll just obey. My own cultivation level is already falling further and further behind, becoming a burden. I absolutely can’t cause him any more trouble.’

After giving Wen Yin her instructions, Yang An took another Magical Artifact from his Storage Magical Artifact.

It was a Yellow Talisman, its surface covered in strange patterns drawn with blood.